I hope you have read part 2 or the beginning of part 3 may be confusing. Since I've used this term several times, the definition of a Strumpet from English slang dictionary is: "First used by Shakespeare as a term for a loose woman that doesn't care who she has sex with. She could ask for money for having sex. Other words for a strumpet are: trollop, harlot, tramp, or whore."
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"Wake up gorgeous," I heard Dirk say.
I opened my eyes and realized that I was still in the back of a stopped van. The van where I went dogging in earlier. I wasn't sick like before, but still felt a little woozy. I heard footsteps as the back doors opened with Phil looking in at a naked me. I tried to cover myself as he turned on the light.
"Oh sorry, I thought she would be dressed by now," he said with a chuckle. "Whew! Shit bro, it's ripe in there!"
Dirk laughed and answered, "Yeah a little sex aroma mixed with barf, but you get used to it. Now help me find her shit. It's late and I have to dump her back to Connor's before he locks up."
Phil took a deep breath and jumped in looking for my items. He found my jacket and threw it at me. Giggling, I asked where my bustier was. Phil quickly answered that it had barf all over it and I probably shouldn't put it on. I found my skirt but no panties. Dirk chuckled and told me that he gave it to Olly as a souvenir for his first time. As I sat up, I started to feel better. I wrapped the skirt around me, but it was wet from something and it wasn't barf. I put it on anyway. The jacket was short and had no buttons. It wasn't ever intended to be a cover, just an accent for the bustier. Not being able to button it left my boobs barely covered.
Scooting out of the back, I tried to stand but fell back and leaned on the rear bumper. I felt something damp and sticky on my ass as I leaned back. Dirk finally got out and helped me up. I told him about the wetness. He laughed telling me it was just some guys jizz. More laughing as he told me that I still have some on my boobs too. I looked down and felt the glob of cum beginning to seep down my chest. I scooped it up and wiped it on my skirt. I began wondering where else had guys left their seed. It wasn't long before I found out. As I began gingerly walking while being held up by Dirk, I felt cum dripping onto my legs probably from my pussy. My inner thighs rubbed against the goo massaging it into my skin. That's when I began remembering the evening.
As we walked I meekly asked Dirk, "Did I really go dogging and have sex with lots of guys or was it all just a dream?" I guess the semen spattered on me should have answered my question.
As he guided me to the lighted opening for the pub, Dirk chuckled and answered, "Oh yeah Kathryn! Can't tell by how messy you are? You went dogging and it seemed like you really enjoyed yourself. I could tell by your verbal embellishments that you had numerous orgasms. It sure seemed that you were having fun making guys horny and shagging you. You have turned into one hot, horny, fit little strumpet and we should do this again a few more times before you go home."
Phil began laughing and added, "We should take more photos too".
My thoughts kept remembering the night of hard cocks fucking me in every hole. I didn't say a word as we walked into pub. Suddenly the fun I had with Olly's flashed in my thoughts. I smiled thinking about how I would always be remembered as his first girl. So I guess Dirk was right. I did have lots of fun. But I wish I could remember it all.
Dirk took me to the bar and I sat on a stool. Laying my head down onto the bar made me feel better. Connor walked over, looked at me and asked where I have been. Dirk told him that we went dogging. Then he laughed and told him that I needed a seltzer. Connor quickly gave me a glass filled with sizzling water. Then I was told to drink it all down. Picking my head up, Dirk took the glass and helped me drink it. Then I laid my head down again into my arms.
I could feel Connor staring at as he nastily asked, "Is that right Kathryn? You went dogging and shagged a lot of guys? Or is that what he told you, but instead you were really whored out!"
Oh my God! I don't know now. I thought we went dogging but suddenly it occurred to me that guys did pay Dirk 50 quid to fuck me. So I mumbled that we did both. Starting to feel better, I sat up and explained that it started out as dogging but then guys were paying Dirk too, until I got sick. Connor gave Dirk a mean look and said something about Myles was going to be pissed. I closed my eyes, laid my head back down and tried to remember the night as they continued quarreling.
Suddenly Dirk angrily blurted, "Fuck you Connor! You know she had to start shagging sometime. It's what we brought her over for anyway. She needs to start earning her keep just like all the others. This was something that should have been done during the weekend, but Myles thinks she's some sort of classy lady. She's not. She's exactly what her photos she gave him say. Strumpet! She definitely enjoyed the shagging just like the strumpet she really is. So fuck you and Myles!"
